Hundreds of people converged on City Park this am to sharpen their bodies and minds by running through the scenic oak tree lined roads, utilizing the great outdoors gyms, and taking advantage of the pro-grade practice track. The only problem was only two of those individuals were F3 gloomers. So as 5:30 rolled around, Cowbell and I shrugged our shoulders, waiting for someone, anyone, to roll in hot but no dice. So we were off in a steady mosey for a 30 minute run along the Bayou St. John route with plans to finish off the morning with speed work on the track. YHC informed Cowbell he’d be skipping the burpees due to a tweaked calf coupled with the impromptu neighborhood beer slurping 9 hours earlier. Moseyed down the bayou and turned around at Orleans which made for roughly a 3 mile run. T-claps to Cowbell for keeping YHC company and keeping me from whiskey dicking more than I did. Once back at the track, we were hoping for enough time for four laps but only managed three. Lap #1: 50yd walk, 50 yd sprint x4. Laps#2&3: 100yd walk, 100yd sprint x2. Time was ticking so back to the flag for the obligatory 10 burpee finale. COT included a prayer for Cowbell’s grandparents and YHC’s son.
YHC apologizes to the PAX (aka Cowbell) for showing up only running on 6.5 cylinders instead of the usual 8. Despite the somewhat mediocre posting this am, we still avoided a case of the fartsack that seemed to plague dozens of other F3 men throughout New Orleans.
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P.S. T-claps to HVAC who was out there running solo on the track. He plans on making it to The Uptowner on Friday.
